Monday, 27 March 2017

Summer Nights

Spellbound blossom gazing
Listening to the whispering leaves
Hearing melodies of wings in flight
Watching spiders making weaves

He saw the fingers of the wind
Draw patterns in the sky
A crystal snow in sunlight glow
Like magic songs that teardrops cry

He felt the daylight wave goodbye
Unfolding twilight silhouettes
Heard a rustle in the undergrowth
The dance of sprightly pirouettes